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PHEBE   A.  HOLDER, 

CLASS   OF   '85. 


"  The  Assembly  —  a  garden  patch  of  the  Millenium."1 

—  DR.  J.  H.  VINCENT. 

"  iMst  child  of  the  centuries,  standing  upon  the  threshold  and  facing 
the  full  blase  of  electric  light." 


KVKRKTT.   MASS.  : 
PRESS  oi     FRANK    I).  \V  > 


PS 
1939 


To  THE  BELOVED  CLASS  OF  '85, 

WITH 

Tin:   MANY   DEAR   FRIENDS  I   HAVE  [GATHERED    INTO  MY   LIFE  AT 

LAKKVIKW,  TO   UK   "A  JOY   FOREVER,"  THESE  "SONGS  THAT 

HAVE  GUSHED  FROM  MY  HEART"  ARK  LOVINGLY 

DEDICATED. 


VOICES    FROM    LAKEVIEW. 


).  Vincent. 


"  They  that  be  wise  shall  shine  as  the  brightness  of  the  firma 
ment,  and  they  that  turn  many  to  righteousness  as  the  stars  forever 
and  ever."  Dan.  12  :  3. 

"The  Interpreter  then  called  for  one  Great  Heart,  and  said, 
'  Take  these  and  conduct  them  to  the  house  called  Beautiful.'  " 

"  Now,  the  shepherds,  seeing  so  great  a  train  follow  Mr.  Great 
Heart,  said  unto  him,  'Good  sir,  you  have  a  goodly  company  here; 
pray  where  did  you  find  all  these?  '  " — Banyan's  Pilgrim's  Progress, 


Oh,  Great  Heart,  pure  and  tender, 

Our  leader  grand  and  true, 
We  come  with  joy  to  greet  thee 

At  lovely,  green  Lakeview  ; 
Thy  presence,  like  the  sunlight, 

Illumes  the  leafy  grove, 
Breathing  a  sense  of  comfort, 

A  benison  of  love. 

Thy  kindly  hand  has  opened 

Full  many  a  long-closed  door, 
And  left  a  shining  pathway 

Where  thou  hast  trod  before  ; 
An  eager  train  and  noble, 

A  goodly  company, 
Follow  thy  leading  footsteps 

To  immortality. 


Voices  from  Lake-deic. 

The  Master's  hand  hath  crowned  thee, 

His  own  sure  signet  set 
Upon  thy  faithful  service, 

Thy  work  for  heaven  meet ; 
And  when  beyond  the  River 

We  reach  the  shining  shore, 
The  bells  of  heaven  shall  welcome 

Our  Great  Heart  o'er  and  o'er. 

On  golden  hinges  turning 

The  pearl  gates  open  stand, 
And  full  the  heavenly  chorus 

Shall  come  from  angel  band  : 
"Welcome,  thou  faithful  servant, 

Thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Come  in  to  share  His  glory, 

Receive  His  full  reward." 

Oh,  what  pure  joy  awaits  thee 

In  our  Immanuel's  Land, 
Where  souls  by  thee  led  upward 

Shall  in  His  presence  stand  ! 
Stars  in  thy  crown  of  glory, 

Shining  with  heavenly  light 
Forever  and  forever, 

With  purest  radiance  bright. 


Voices  from  Likei'icic. 


Sotccs  of  tlje  jFrammsbam 


INTERPRETED    BY    DR.    VIXCF.NT. 


Eternity,  Righteousness,  Charity. 


List,  afar  the  mellow  chiming, 

Floating  o'er  the  waters  blue  ! 
'Tis  the  sweet-voiced  bells  are  calling 

To  the  grove  of  green  Lakeview. 
Lovely  in  its  summer  glory, 

With  its  shadow}',  leafy  dome, 
Is  the  spacious  forest  temple 

Whither  listening  thousands  come  ; 
Where  is  spread  a  banquet  royal, 

For  the  eager,  waiting  throng. 
Where  the  soul  is  thrilled,  uplifted, 

By  the  power  of  sacred  song. 

Hallowed  days  and  blessed  teachings 

In  this  templed  grove  are  given, 
Seeming  with  their  pure  light  shining 

Like  an  open  door  of  heaven. 
From  our  daily  level  lifted 

To  this  sacred  Tabor  height, 
We  behold  a  glorious  future, 

Life  is  robed  in  purer  light. 


Voices  from 


Oft  as  dawns  each  day  iu  beauty, 

Oft  as  evening  shadows  fall, 
Sound  the  bells  in  silver  chorus 

With  their  triune  mystic  call  ; 
Voices  full  of  holy  meaning  — 

Echoes  from  eternity  — 
Touch  the  chords  of  Righteousness, 

Wake  sweet  tones  of  Charity. 

When  the  golden  day  is  ended, 

All  its  full,  rich  lessons  given, 
And  the  tender  benediction 

Falls  like  words  of  peace  from  heaven, 
Through  this  grand  cathedral  pealing, 

Wake  the  three-voiced  bells  again, 
Give  response  to  holy  teaching 

With  a  solemn,  sweet  Amen. 

Laden  with  the  grapes  of  Eshcol 

To  our  varied  work  we  go, 
With  a  loftier,  earnest  purpose, 

Well  to  serve,  to  learn,  to  do. 
Still  my  spirit  lists  the  voices 

Chiming  ever  peacefully, 
Silver  Bells  of  "  Righteousness," 

Charity,  Eternity." 
1881. 


Voices  from  Lakeview. 


.  (iMtlltam  f . 


'  He  has  moved  a  little  nearer  to  the  Master  of  all  music." 

—  Longfellow. 


Ended  the  songs  of  our  singer, 

Broken  the  strings  of  his  lute, 
Silence  o'er  chords  he  has  wakened, 

The  voice  of  his  melody  mute. 
Amid  the  paeans  of  Lakeview 

A  minor  key  sadly  must  blend, 
As  we  think  of  the  chord  that  is  silent, 

Which  wakened  at  touch  of  our  friend. 

So  freely  he  came  with  his  offerings, 

His  tribute  of  song  for  our  dead, 
And  soothed  our  sad  hearts  in  their  sorrow 

As  tears  for  our  dear  ones  we  shed  ; 
And  now  we  come  with  our  tribute 

Of  love  on  this  fair  summer  day, 
We  keep  in  our  hearts  the  sweet  echoes 

Of  songs  he  has  left  on  our  way. 

Amid  the  green  glory  of  summer 

We  gather  at  Lakeview  beloved, 
Which  seems  all  alive  with  his  presence 

That  'mid  the  green  arches  has  moved; 
The  fair  grove  of  Lakeview  seems  waiting 

For  one  that  comes  not  again, 
The  winds  have  a  voice  like  a  requiem, 

A  sigh  that  whispers  of  pain. 


10  Voices  from  Lakeview. 

We  remember  the  bright,  cheery  spirit, 

The  hand  ever  ready  to  aid, 
The  sunshine  that  came  with  his  greeting, 

Now  the  void  that  his  absence  has  made  ; 
We  think  of  the  home  light  so  darkened, 

Now  the  strong  father  love  is  withdrawn, 
The  cheer  of  his  coming  departed, — 

The  tender  protector  has  gone. 


Nearer  the  Master  of  music, 

The  source  of  all  melody  sweet, 
He  has  moved  in  loving  devotion, 

The  one  dearest  name  to  repeat ; 
And  the  chorus  of  heaven  has  added 

Another  glad  voice  to  its  throng, 
To  join  in  sweet  hallelujahs 

The  new  enrapturing  song. 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  they  are  singing, 

The  Master  they  love  and  adore, 
We  catch  the  refrain  of  the  anthem 

And  echo  the  sweet  chorus  o'er  ; 
And  oft  as  we're  chanting  the  Gloria, 

Our  thoughts  all  hallowed  with  love, 
Will  recall  the  voice  that  has  led  us 

Now  swelling  the  Gloria  above. 

When  songs  that  we  love  are  awakened, 
Old  tunes  familiar  and  sweet, 

We'll  remember  the  voice  that  is  silent, 
Kindly  the  dear  name  repeat. 


Voices  from  Lakevicic.  11 

As  we  come  in  the  clew  of  the  morning, 
Where  oft  he  has  voiced  our  soul  prayer, 

Or  when  in  the  west  "  day  is  dying," 
The  vesper  sweet  floats  on  the  air. 

Bright  are  the  fair  flowers  of  summer, 

Sweet  with  their  odorous  bloom, 
Rising  from  out  the  earth's  darkness 

Like  the  Lord  coming  out  of  the  tomb. 
And  so  we  take  heart  in  our  grieving, 

In  the  hush  of  the  voice  that  we  loved, 
The  sweet  summer  flowers  have  their  mission, 

The  smile  of  our  Father,  our  God. 

Lakeview,  July,  1888. 


1  Press  on,  reaching  after  those  things  which  are  before. 


c.  L.  s.  c.  CLASS  OF  '85. 

The  age  is  trembling  with  the  steps 

Of  our  advancing  Lord  ; 
Our  pulses  feel  the  thrill,  and  beat 

With  sympathetic  chord  ; 
The  everlasting  doors  of  Truth 

Stand  open  to  our  sight, 
Along  the  shining  way  she  leads 

We  walk  in  purest  light. 


12  Voices  from  Lakeview. 

Her  precious  words  inspire  the  soul ; 

Touch  every  hidden  key ; 
Sweep  every  chord  with  subtle  power 

And  wondrous  sympathy  ; 
A  large,  rich  soul  can  always  give, 

Scatter  its  wealth  around, 
And,  like  the  sun  that  lights  the  world, 

No  poorer  shall  be  found. 


To  meet  the  morning  we  go  forth, 

Leaving  behind  the  night, 
And  face  the  full,  clear  blaze,  that  glows 

With  pure,  electric  light; 
Press  on,  while  deeper  meanings  come 

Into  the  wondrous  years, 
And  brighter,  with  God's  changeless  love, 

Immortal  life  appears. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  O  golden  gates 

Of  everlasting  day  ! 
Be  lifted  up !     The  morning  breaks, 

The  shadows  flee  away  ! 
Strong  'neath  the  everlasting  arms, 

"  Invincible  "  we  stand  ; 
'  Press  on,  to  reach  the  things  before," 

In  our  Iirmianuers  land. 


"  Press  on,  to  reach  the  things  before," 

Our  watchword  still  shall  be, 
Until  is  won  the  golden  crown 
Of  immortality. 


Voices  from  Lakevie-ic.  13 

From  glory  unto  glory  mounts 

The  blessed  path  we  tread  ; 
"  Press  on,  to  reach  the  things  before," 

By  God's  sweet  presence  led. 
July  30,  1885. 


ift  of  a  Jl-Jeto  £>ap,  tout!)  all  its  Possibilities. 


DR.  DVNNIXC;  in  Morning  Prayer  Meeting,  I.akeview,  July  18,  1890. 


The  shades  of  night  have  passed  away, 

The  mists  their  light  wings  fold, 
The  glad  New  Day  is  rising  clear, 

Radiant  with  rose  and  gold  ; 
A  new-born  day  with  blessings  stored, 

Waiting  within  the  hours 
That  open  as  we  onward  go, 

Like  perfumed  breath  of  flowers. 

The  listening  soul,  throughout  the  day, 

Should  keep  a  waiting  chair. 
That  Opportunity  may  come 

And  find  a  welcome  there. 
As  we  go  on  some  spring  flies  back, 

Some  door  flies  open  wide, 
Giving  another  trend  to  life, 

The  Master  still  our  guide. 

We  know  that  in  the  way  we  go 

He  still  has  trod  before  ; 
We  know  that  with  His  tender  love 

He  keeps  the  best  in  store; 


14  Voices  from  Lahevicic. 

So,  reverently,  expectantly, 
By  morning's  golden  gate, 

Before  unopened  chambers  still, 
All  trustingly  we  wait. 


Watching  and  waiting  hut  to  know 

The  sweet  will  of  the  Lord; 
Then  eager  follow,  as  He  calls, 

To  do  our  Master's  word, 
And   "hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall," 

Shall  "  hourly  thanks  arise," 
As  still    His  thought  of   love  for  us 

Conies  with  a  sweet  surprise. 

Thank  God,  who  giveth  through  the  night, 

To  His  beloved,  sleep, 
And  golden  day  to  live  anew, 

His  own  dear  word  to  keep. 
Upon  this  mount  of  privilege 

The  bread  of  life  we  share ; 
So  may  we  gather,  that  our  lives 

Portions  to  others  bear. 


We  will  remember  with  each  day 

The  burden  to  be  borne, 
The  sacred  duty  to  perform, 

The  lesson  new  to  learn. 
Thou  Great  High  Priest,  our  loving  Lord, 

In  this  sweet  morning  hour, 
Thy  benediction  on  us  breathe; 

Endue  us  with  Thy  power. 


I/o ices  from  Lakevieis.  15 


Fading  now  day's  golden  glory, 

Haste  eve's  deepening  shadows  on, 
While  sweet  bells,  for  vespers  chiming, 

Tell  the  Sabbath  hours  are  done. 
Day  beloved,  thy  blessed  service, 

In  the  temple  of  our  God, 
Brings  us  nearer,  ever  nearer, 

To  our  glorious  risen  Lord. 

Hallowed  hours  we  know  together, 

Hours  when  heaven  seems  very  near, 
As  we  hear  still,  gentle  breathings, 

Whispering  that  our  God  is  here. 
Hours  of  sweet  and  holy  teaching 

Linger  like  a  sacred  charm, 
Resting  on  the  waiting  spirit 

With  a  touch  of  heavenly  calm. 

Lift  we  now  our  hearts  and  voices 

In  a  grateful,  earnest  prayer 
Unto  Him  whose  love  has  led  us 

With  a  Father's  tender  care. 
Ever  may  the  Sacred  Presence 

Rest  upon  us  from  above, 
And  each  varied  earthly  pathway 

Reach  the  home  of  perfect  love. 
Set  to  music  bv  Prof.  Charles  K.  Bovd. 


16  Voices  from  Laker  ieic. 

,  tlje 


Read  at  the   Banquet  in   Boston   by  Rev.  O.  S.    Baketel.  Founder's 
Day,  Feb.  23,  1886.     Also  at  the  Hawthorue  Circle  of  Pittsfield,  Mass. 

"  There  was  leaning  on  Jesus'  bosom,  one  of  His  disciples  whom 
Jesus  loved." 

"  O'er  all  the  land  in  town  and  prairie 

Are  living  forms  that  owe  their  beauty 
And  fitness  to  thy  shaping  hand." 

—J.  G.   Whittur. 

Hallowed  and  sweet  among  the  names 

Linked  with  the  blessed  Lord, 
John,  the  Beloved,  has  a  charm 

Like  a  dear  household  word. 
Hearing  the  gentle  "  Follow  Me," 

All  eagerly  he  came, 
And  where  the  Lord  had  set  His  foot, 

He  sought  to  tread  the  same. 
And  precious  words  of  love  He  spake, 

To  cheer  us  on  our  way, 
To  help  us  in  our  work  for  God, 

Till  dawn  of  heavenly  day. 

Chosen  from  out  the  chosen  Twelve, 

To  bear  an  honored  name, 
Nearest  the  one  great  heart  of  Love, 

John,  the  Beloved,  came. 
The  ages  come — the  ages  pass — 

The  centuries  circle  on, 
Until  for  us  a  child  is  born, 

Our  well-beloved  John. 
Like  John  of  old,  he  leans  his  head 

Upon  the  Master's  breast, 
And  there  he  learns  the  tender  words, 

That  give  the  weary  rest. 


ict'S  from  Likcri.  1  7 


And  where  he  sees  in  all  the  way, 

The  footprints  of  the  Lord, 
He  covets  there  to  set  his  step 

And  follow  at  His  word. 
Like  Him  he  labors  "  doing  good," 

Still  seeking  not  his  own  ; 
A  ministry  of  love  and  joy 

Grander  than  kingly  throne. 
Chosen,  anointed,  taught  of  God, 

His  blessed  work  to  do, 
To  brighten  life,  enlarge  its  bounds, 

To  make  from  old  things,  new. 

Let  blessings  rest  upon  the  year 

Enriched  by  such  a  birth, 
An  echo  from  the  angel  song, 

Goodwill  and  Peace  to  earth  ; 
A  golden  year  that  gave  such  boon  — 

Our  well-beloved  John  ;  — 
A  golden  light  in  winter  set, 

A  glorious  risen  snn  ; 
A  cloud  of  incense  shall  ascend, 

With  odors  sweet  to-day, 
From  myriad  hearts  uplift  to  heaven, 

For  blessings  on  his  way. 

YVi-  thank  Thee,  Father,  for  the  gift 

Of  such  a  life  to  earth, 
A  life  of  loving  ministry, 

That  shows  Thy  glory  forth. 
Let  silver  bells  of  sweetest  joy, 

Ring  out  his  year  of  birth, 
Let  picans  rise  from  loving  hearts 


18  Voices  from 


For  manhood's  sterling  worth, 
And  sacred  keep  our  "  Founder's  Day," 

That  brought  such  joy  to  earth, 
\Ve  ralh-  round  our  Leader  grand, 

In  growing  numbers  strong, 
And  bring  to  him  from  grateful  hearts, 

Our  loving,  soulful  song. 

We  gather  round  this  festal  board, 

Spread  with  Love's  lavish  hand, 
And  sit  as  at  a  sacrament, 

A  heart-united  band. 
The  lives  that  owe  their  joy  and  strength 

To  thy  kind  shaping  hand, 
Thy  name  to-day  with  joy  repeat, 

Throughout  our  smiling  land. 
From  glory  unto  glory  still, 

The  Master  lead  thee  on, 
And  heaven  reward  with  starry  crown, 

On  r  Well  -Beloved  Joh  n  . 


Voices  from  Lakei'icic.  19 


Read  by  DR.  VIXCKNT  at  the  Memorial  Service  held  at  Lakeview 
July  16.  [886. 

"  There  was  a  man  sent  from  God,  whose  name  was  John." 

"  Young  man,  make  your  record  clean  !  " — Mr.  (,'ontf/i's  /ast  ~<.'<>i'ds. 


"When  last  the  Summer  gladness  came,  his  presence  filled 

this  grove, 
His  voice  rang  out  in  trumpet  tones  all  eloquent  with 

love  ; 
It    lingers   still,    a   sacred    charm,    within    the   woodland 

bowers, 
Like  tender  psalm  with  music  heard  in  memory  hallowed 

hours. 

The  echoes  of  his  glorious  words,  inspiring  in  their  call, 
Are   sounding  yet  in    thrilling    hearts,    like  bugle  notes 

they  fall. 

A  mediator  sent  by  God,  with  messages  divine, 

His  life-work  one  with  Christ  the  Lord,  causing  new  light 

to  shine. 
To   raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint,  to  bid  the  starving 

live, 

Garments  of  praise  for  robes  of  sin,  beauty  for  ashes  give  ; 
Suffered  to  feel  the  tempter's  power,  to  sink  in  depths  of 

woe, 
That    he    might    feel    his   brother's    needs,    his   depth   of 

anguish  know. 

The  Hand  of  loving  kindness  reached  down  through  the 

darksome  night, 
And  drew  the  precious  soul-gem  forth  to  set  in  heavenly 

light. 


20  Voices  from  Lakeviev. 

Angelic  hand  with  coal   of  fire  from  off  the  altar  came, 
And  touched  his  lips  with  po\ver  divine  to  speak  as  "In 

His  Name  ;  " 
And   crowned   him   lord   of  glorious  thought  to  stir  the 

souls  of  men, 
To  lead  great  hosts  to  victory  by  might  of  tongue  and  pen. 


O   glorious   life !    O   glorious   death  !    fighting   until   the 

close, 

Falling  with  all  his  armor  on  facing  the  deadly  foes. 
We'll   write  in  gold  the  last  grand  words,  a  watchword 

pure  to  be, 

To  still  lead  on  the  souls  he  loved  to  immortality. 
A  true,  strong  soul,  interpreter  of  God's  eternal  truth. 
Though    dead,   yet    speaking,    living    still   with    heaven's 

immortal  youth. 

The  aureole  of  silver  light  around  the  conqueror's  brow. 
Is  left  to  earth,  in  heaven  he  wears  the  golden  glory  now  ; 
Golden,  because  his  life  was  grand,  a  ministry  divine, 
Golden,  because  its  lustre  pure  shall  still  forever  shine. 
And  Lakeview  still  shall  honored  be  in  Gough's  undying 

fame, 
To  us  he  left  his  matchless  powers,  the  glory  of  his  name. 

'Tis  meet  to  sing  glad   songs  to-day,*  to  drape  his  chair 

with  flowers, 
For  him  who  brought  such   songs  and   bloom   into  this 

world  of  ours  ; 
No   tears   shall  dim   the  summer  day  for  the  grand  spirit 

gone, 


l/oices  from  LikeTt\':c.  21 

We'll  catch  the   triumph   of  his  joy,   the  victory  he  has 

won  ; 
O  glorious  hero  !   victor  crowned,    what  welcome   home 

awaits, 
Abundant    entrance    from    the    Lord,    within   the    pearly 

gates. 

And  souls  redeemed,  a  mighty  throng  thy  life  and  love  have 

blessed, 
With  welcome  glad   thy   coming   wait    to    heavenly  love 

and  rest. 
Thy  golden  crown  with  stars  is  set,  the  lives  to  Jesus 

given, 
The  wandering  sheep  thy  love  sought  out  and  led  to  Him 

in  heaven. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  O  golden  gates  of  everlasting  day  ! 
Be  lifted  up,  a  conqueror  comes,   open  the  heavenly  way  ! 


foour  at  foall  on  tbe 


A  Sabbath  filled  with  love  and  blessing, 
A  Lakeview  Sabbath,  dream  of  heaven, 
The  Father  kind  to  us  has  given. 

As  in  the  west  "  the  day  is  dying," 
We  gather  in  the  hallowed  Hall, 
Where  bright  the  level  sun  rays  fall. 

In  this  sweet  hour  with  hearts  all  tender, 
\Ve  listen  to  the  heavenly  word, 
l-'rom  lips  we  love  so  often  heard. 


22  Voices  from 


As  on  the  Mount  of  Holy  Vision, 
We  linger  at  this  sacred  hour, 
Feeling  the  blessed  Spirit's  power. 

I  sit  beside  my  friends  beloved, 
As  one  at  our  dear  Master's  feet, 
Hearing  His  word  divinely  sweet. 

The  notes  of  song  in  Sabbath  vesper, 
vSoft  echo  through  the  templed  grove, 
Like  voice  of  angel  choir  above. 

And  now  in  holy  benediction, 

Is  breathed  the  sweetest,  tender  prayer, 
That  God  would  keep  us  in  His  care. 

Go  with  us  all  through  varied  pathway, 
Until  the  day  of  life  shall  wane, 
"  God  with  us  till  we  meet  again." 

Still  doth  the  holy  memory  linger  — 
The  vesper  hour  —  so  sweet.  God-given, 
With  light  that  shone  o'er  us  from  heaven. 
At  Lakeview  Assembly.  Aug.  4.  i§95- 


fttornmg;  ftour  in 


Dedicated  to  the  Beloved  Idlewood  Ten. 


Golden  fell  the  morning  sunshine 
On  the  grove  at  loved  Lakeview, 

While  the  peace  of  heaven  seemed  brooding 
In  the  dome  of  melting  blue  ; 


from  Lakei'ieic.  23 


Idlewood,  with  shades  inviting, 

Lured  us  by  a  mystic  charm; 
'Mid  green  leaves  the  low  winds  whispered, 

Sweet  the  air  with  breath  of  balm. 


Gathered  here  a  group  of  maidens, 

As  the  morning,  fair  and  sweet; 
Coming  with  warm  hearts  love  laden, 

Listening  sat  at  Wisdom's  feet. 
Listening,  while  the  bright,  young  faces 

Shone  with  inspiration  given, 
As  one  who  had  learned  of  Jesus 

Gave  his  message,  words  from  heaven. 


Message  from  the  blessed  Master, 

From  His  life  the  golden  word, 
"  In  His  Name  "  to  live  and  labor, 

Blessing  others,  doing  good  ; 
And  a  sacred,  unseen  presence 

Filled  with  love  the  morning  hour, 
Idlewood  became  a  Bethel, 

Hallowed  place,  the  leafy  bower. 

One  was  there  whose  face  was  lighted 
With  the  love  and  peace  of  heaven — 

Marion,  our  sweet  young  sister, 
Whose  bright  life  is  freely  given 

I'nto  Him  whose  steps  she  follows— 
Jesus,  her  beloved  Lord, 

Bearing  far,  to  lives  in  darkness, 
Blessings  from  His  glorious  Word. 


24  Voices  from  Lakei'iew. 

E'en  as  if  a  door  in  heaven 

Had  been  opened  for  us  there. 
Seemed  that  hour  of  love  and  worship, 

Full  of  joy  unearthly  fair; 
From  the  wildwood  altar  rising, 

Incense  came  with  odors  sweet, 
Prayer  from  loving  hearts  united, 

Rising  to  the  Mercy  Seat 


For  a  blessing  on  our  sister, 

For  the  Lord  to  go  before. 
Leading  her  with  loving  kindness, 

Where  He  opens  wide  the  door. 
Still  the  very  light  of  heaven 

Rested  on  the  fair  young  face, 
The  sweet  spirit  of  the  Master, 

His  own  benison  of  peace. 


Oft  will  rise  a  memory  tender 

Of  that  woodland  scene  so  fair ; 
Pictures  of  love-lighted  faces, 

Of  the  brown  head  bowed  in  prayer  ; 
And  the  memory  long  shall  linger, 

Like  a  mother-hallowed  psalm, 
Coming  still  when  cares  are  pressing, 

With  a  touch  of  heavenly  calm. 


Marion  !  when  the  Orient  echoes 
Wake  with  Moslem  call  to  prayer. 

Let  this  hour  so  blessed  waken,  . 
See  again  this  picture  fair; 


Voices  from  Lj/h'riew.  25 

Think  of  all  the  treasures  gathered, 
Hallowed  days  of  dear  Lakeview; 

Precious  friends  whose  hearts  will  ever 

Beat  with  love  and  prayer  for  you. 
July  23,  1886. 


eticntng;  foour  in 


F1VK    YKAKS    LATKR. 


Closed  the  sweet  hour  of  vesper  service, 
Hushed  voices  of  the  waiting  throng 
Blending  as  one  in  holy  song. 

The  sunset  gold  lights  up  with  glory 
The  cloudbed  of  the  dying  day, 
Passing  with  lingering  grace  away. 

Down  from  the  mount  of  hallowed  vision 
I  seek  a  peopled  solitude, 
The  charmed  shades  of  Idlewood. 

I  mind  me  of  a  radiant  morning, 
A  lustrum  full  of  years  has  gone, 
Since  that  love-lighted,  wondrous  dawn. 

When  'neath  these  woodland  shades  there  gathered 
To  bow  before  the  Father's  throne, 
The  Sister  Ten,  in  love  made  one. 

Here  is  our  shrine,  our  spirit  altar, 
And  here  still  glows  the  sacred  flame, 
"  For  love  of  Christ,"  and  "  In  His  Name." 


26  Voices  from  Lakevicic. 

Alone  I  sit  beneath  the  shadows, 
And  each  beloved  name  I  call, 
Praying  the  Father  bless  them  all. 

I  see  the  group  in  vision  tender, 
The  dear  young  sister  faces  sweet, 
Who  listening  sat  at  Wisdom's  feet. 

Where  are  the  nine?     I'm  left,  I  only, 
To  seek  the  Mecca  of  our  love, 
And  constant  at  the  altar  prove. 

Yet  not  in  Idlewood  beloved 

The  faithful  Ten  may  now  be  found, 
Apart  we  serve  on  hallowed  ground. 

All  one  in  heart,  O  blessed  Father, 
Our  spirits  blend  in  love  to  Thee, 
Though  severed  wide  by  mount  and  sea. 
IDLEWOOD.  July,  1891. 


Ccn  llraw  Sftcr. 

1886.  July  23.  1896. 

IDLKWOOD    TEN. 

"How  comforting  the  thought  expressed  by  Mrs,  Davis  in  her 
prayer  that  never-to-be-forgotten  morning :  '  We  may  never  meet 
again  here,  but  one  clay  we  shall  meet,  and  on  the  banks  of  the 
River  that  flows  by  the  Great  White  Throne  we  may  sit  down  and 
talk  it  all  over  together.'  " 

— letter  fiinii  /><na  .!/.    ICing ,  one  of  the  Idlewood  Ten. 


Through  the  years  our  thoughts  are  turning 

To  that  golden  lighted  morn, 
When  in  Idlewood  we  gathered, 

lu  the  dewy,  sparkling  dawn. 


from  Liikerie-:c.  27 


When  that  band  of  loving  daughters 
Brought  their  glad  heart-offering, 

Gave  themselves  anew  in  service, 
Unto  Christ,  their  Lord  and  King, 
Ten  years  ago. 

Nevermore  on  this  side  heaven, 

May  our  band  united  be, 
Nevermore  as  then  to  mingle 

Looks  and  tones  of  sympathy. 
Forth  unto  our  work  for  others, 

We  have  gone  still  one  in  heart, 
Glad  in  any  loving  service 

With  our  Lord  to  have  a  part, 
As  Ten  Years  ago. 

"  In  His  Name  "  upon  our  banner, 

We  have  loved  the  precious  word, 
Loved  to  follow  in  the  footsteps 

Of  the  Christ,  our  Master,  Lord. 
May  His  spirit  ever  with  us 

From  our  lives  in  beauty  shine, 
Changed  from  glory  unto  glory 

By  His  power  of  love  divine. 

And  one  day—  one  day,  most  blessed, 

When  the  life  of  earth  is  o'er, 
We  shall  meet  "  Heyond  the  River," 

There  to  dwell  forevermore. 
On  the  banks  of  that  fair  River, 

Flowing  by  the  Great  White  Throne, 
We  shall  come  by  varied  pathways, 

We  shall  gather  one  by  one. 


28  l/oices  from  Lakeview. 

By  that  crystal  flowing  River, 

Under  arching  Tree  of  Life, 
We  may  sit  and  talk  all  over 

Days  with  dear  earth  memories  rife. 
Severed  lives,  yet  one  in  spirit, 

With  our  gathered  sheaves  we  come, 
North  and  South,  East,  West  gates  bringing 

All  to  the  dear  Father's  home. 

Ten  glad  years  in  Thy  earth  vineyard, 

Thou  hast  spared  us  all  to  live, 
And  again,  dear  Lord  and  Master, 

Unto  Thee,  ourselves  we  give. 
Scattered  all — one  band  united, 

Loving  Thee  yet  more  and  more. 
With  one  heart  may  we  press  onward, 

Reaching  after  things  before. 

Then  in  heaven's  long,  sweet  communion, 

There'll  be  time  enough  to  say 
All  our  hearts  have  kept  long  silent. 

Through  the  parted  earthly  way. 
Oh  how  blessed  !   Home  forever  ! 

We  have  come,  we're  here  to  stay, 
For  the  King  His  daughters  welcomes, 

Here  to  love  and  serve  alway. 


l/oices  from  Liikerit'-:c.  29 

5  ban  a 


"  Thine  they  were,  and  thou  gavest  them  me.'' 
The  beauty  of    Friendship  is  its  infinity." — I'iof<\<x<ir  /)i  ui 

•  It  is  so  good  to  have  a  friend  in  the  world." 

— Mi-a.  A.  D.  T.  U 


When  first  I  met  I  knew  my  friend 

By  soul  of  answering  sympathy  ; 
The  hoi}'  harmony  within, 

Thy  gentle  presence  brought  to  me. 
O  gift  of  God,  my  precious  friend, 

Thou  wert  His  own,  He  gave  to  me 
Rare  treasure  to  enrich  mv  life 

From  out  His  own  infinity. 

The  dear  Lord  sets  His  heavenly  seal 

Upon  the  face  of  holy  friend, 
And  in  the  features  that  we  love 

The  human  and  divine  oft  blend. 
Some  natures  in  their  love  for  us 

Inspire  us  with  their  own  pure  love, 
To  consecrate  our  lives  anew, 

To  make  us  fit  for  life  above. 

My  friend,  the  brightener  of  my  life, 

To  double  joys,  all  griefs  divide, 
A  counsellor,  a  strengthener  still, 

I'plifter,  faithful,  at  my  side. 
True  friends  are  nearest  unto  God 

When  nearest  each  to  other's  heart ; 
When  thought  and  love  in  Him  unite, 

The  holy  bond  death  cannot  part. 


30  Voices  from 


O  treasured  friend  !     O  rarest  boon, 

That  came  to  me  in  Lakeview  Grove, 
This  sacred  joy  to  crown  my  life, 

From  God's  own  hand  the  gift  of  love. 
Thy  presence  elevates,  inspires, 

The  finest  chords  it  lingers  o'er, 
Wakens  a  music  in  my  soul 

That  I  knew  not  was  there  before. 


I  feel  thy  soul  in  stillness  sweet, 

The  thought,  responsive,  answering  mine, 
I  need  not  voice,  or  words  from  thee, 

I've  learned  thy  language  to  divine. 
Love's  benediction  let  me  breathe, 

In  this  our  Sabbath  vesper  hour, 
Our  dear  Lord's  sweetest  gifts  be  thine, 

His  presence  be  life's  richest  dower. 


His  peace,  His  blessed  peace  be  thine, 

His  gladness  in  thy  heart  abide, 
His  presence  consecrate  tin-  life, 

His  light  thy  footsteps  ever  guide. 
Ojlife  and  love  !     O  memory  dear 

With  friendship's  sweet  infinity! 
I  lift  again  our  Poet's  prayer, 

"  Each  possible  good  wish  for  thee." 


Voices  from  Like-cieic.  31 

'^tttefi   boltjrr'd   floestc." 


TKN   YKARS. 


Brightly  the  soft  skies  of  summer 

Were  arching  the  grove  at  Lakeview, 
The  green  trees  waved  their  leaf  branches 

As  the  rays  of  gold-light  shone  through. 
Amid  the  scenes  all  so  love-hallowed 

There  came  on  that  rare  summer  day 
A  joyous  surprise,  sweet  and  tender, 

That  still  gladdens  my  life  with  its  ray, 
Ten  years  ago. 

Before  me  uprose  a  sweet  presence, 

Like  wood-nymph  or  graceful  robed  sprite, 
With  smiles  and  soft  voice  of  greeting, 

A  vision  of  love  and  delight. 
How  plainly  I  see  the  fair  picture, 

How  bright  the  memory  appears, 
As  I  look  through  the  rainbow-hued  arches, 

The  vista  of  ten  loving  years  — 
Ten  years  ago. 

My  Flossie,  a  joy  and  a  blessing, 

Knriching  my  life  with  her  love, 
Still  into  my  heart  closer  nestling, 

As  swiftly  the  circling  years  move. 
Anew  I  thank  the  dear  Father, 

As  I  think  of  the  sweet  summer  day. 
For  the  rare  wealth  of  love,  true  and  tender, 

That  gladdened  my  life  with  its  ray 
Ten  years  ago. 


32  Voices  from 

And  now  as  the  decade  is  rounded 

As  we  stand  on  this  height,  'mid  the  years, 
We  look  back  to  trace  the  life  pathway 

All  bright  with  true  love  it  appears. 
In  my  heart  a  sweet  benediction 

Is  rising  and  singing  to-day, 
That  God's  peace  and  love  rich  with  blessing 

May  abide  with  my  darling  alway. 

God's  peace  with  my  Flossie  alway. 

July  25.  18^4-1894. 


§abbatl)  Srspcv  Dour. 


Set  to  music  by  Prof.  WILLIAM  F.  GIKS.>N,  New  Hampshire  Confer 
ence  Seminary,  Tiltou,  N.  II. 

In  my  heart  a  song  is  rising 

Holy  peace  of  twilight  psalm, 
As  the  Sabbath  breathes  its  blessing, 

Vesper  hour  of  hallowed  calm. 
Thought  of  God  among  us  fallen, 

Kindled  by  His  breath  divine, 
Is  the  wondrous  power  uniting 

Myriad  hearts  at  vesper  shrine. 

Vesper  hour — the  soul  at  leisure 

Climbs  a  sacred  Pisgah  height, 
Views  the  Promised  Land  before  us, 

Arched  by  God's  bright  bow  of  light  ; 
Karth  and  heaven  seem  meeting,  blending. 

In  this  richly  freighted  hour, 
Wondrous  is  the  presence  round  us. 

Thrilling  with  a  mystic  power. 


Voices  from  Lakeview.  33 

Clouds  of  incense  sweet  ascending 

From  heart  altars  to  the  Lord, 
Prayers  from  loving,  waiting  servants, 

One  before  the  throne  of  God. 
Added  sweetness  to  the  Sabbath 

Conies  with  vesper  hallowed  time, 
Like  sweet  bells  in  silver  chorus, 

With  their  mellow,  distant  chime. 

Some  glad  day,  'neath  flowery  arches 

Of  our  Heavenly  Father's  love, 
Through  the  gates  into  the  City 

May  we  pass  to  joy  above  ; 
When  this  hour  that  seems  the  portal 

Of  the  home  unseen  that  waits, 
Shall  lead  up  to  light  immortal, 

Just  beyond  the  pearly  gates. 
Here  we  list  the  sweet-toned  echo, 

In  our  Father's  gracious  word, 
There  we  join  the  sounding  anthem, 

"Alleluia!  Praise  the  Lord  !" 
1890. 


Jour  (Strict  at  Lakcbtrln. 


A  la  Pansy. 


The  summer  calls  with  voice  of  joy, 

The  winds  are  soft,  blue  skies  are  bright, 
The  air  like  balm  with  odorous  bloom, 

The  green  earth  floats  in  amber^light. 
3 


34  l/oices  from  Lake-view. 

A  voice  is  in  the  vibrant  air, 

Our  waiting  hearts  know  well  the  call, 
Sweet  bells  of  Lakeview  wake  again, 

The  mellow  chimes  in  music  fall. 


We  hasten  to  our  hallowed  grove, 

Our  friends  beloved  again  to  greet ; 
With  hearts  aglow,  with  spirits  light, 

Four  girls  at  Lakeview  joyful  meet. 
Our  Flossie  with  her  gentle  grace, 

Carrie,  with  loving  heart  and  true, 
Dora,  with  presence  full  of  joy, 

While  Phebe  sings  her  song  for  you. 

A  charmed  quartette,  with  hearts  as  one, 

We  live  within  this  blessed  place 
As  in  a  chamber  close  to  heaven, 

Where  God  reveals  His  smiling  face. 
\Ve  linger  'neath  the  whispering  trees, 

With  eager  steps  we  climb  the  hill, 
We  list  to  Wisdom's  golden  words — 

Pure  gold — our  hearts  with  love  to  fill. 

Our  lovely  grove,  with  pillared  shade, 

High  overarched  with  summer  green, 
Where  perfumed  zephyrs  softly  play, 

And  echoing  walks  are  found  between  ; 
A  clear,  ideal  atmosphere, 

From  out  whose  depths  rich  blessings  fall, 
Descending  like  life-giving  dews, 

A  magic  power,  uplifting  all. 


Voices,  from  Lakeiiew.  35 

We  gather  in  loved  Normal   Hall, 

Beneath  the  morning's  golden  ray, 
Where  Jesus  comes  to  meet  His  own, 

As  at  His  feet  we  sing  and  pray  ; 
We  have  a  Bethel  all  our  own, 

An  altar  in  green  Idlewood, 
Our  trysting  place,  our  innermost, 

Built  "  In  His  Name  "  to  Christ  our  Lord. 


Dear  Lakeview,  home  of  trust  and  love, 

What  pure  and  noble  souls  we  find  ; 
The  Lord  has  many  children  here, 

With  great,  warm  hearts  like  gold  refined. 
But  some  come  closer,  nearer  drawn, 

Nestle  into  our  hearts  to  stay  ; 
We  keep  their  memory  as  we  go, 

To  be  a  part  of  life  alway. 

O  Flossie,  with  your  artist  soul, 

Carrie,  with  loving  heart  and  true, 
Dora,  with  presence  full  of  joy, 

And  Phebe,  with  her  song  for  you, 
Like  fragrant  breath  of  summer  morn, 

Like  dew  impearled  on  emerald  lea, 
Into  my  life  your  lives  have  come, 

Sweet  incense  is  vour  love  for  me. 


What  matter  though  your  Phebe  sits 
Nearest  the  treetop  while  she  sings? 

Look  up,  not  down,"  to  hear  her  song, 
And  catch  the  gold  dust  from  her  wings ; 


36  yokes  from  Lakevieiv. 

"  Look  up,  not  down,"  to  see  your  star, 
And  follow  where  she  leads  the  way 
To  glorious  heights  yet  unattained, 
Bathed  in  the  light  of  heavenly  day. 

It  matters  not  though  she  may  stand 

Upon  life's  upper  golden  stair  ; 
She  reaches  down  her  hand  of  love 

To  clasp  your  own,  to  lead  you  higher. 
So  four  young  hearts  in  love  are  one, 

In  His  dear  Name  our  offerings  bring, 
And  from  this  blessed  place  we  go, 

To  better  serve  and  love  our  King. 

Dear  Flossie,  with  your  winsome  ways, 

Carrie,  with  heart  of  love  so  true, 
Dora,  with  sunlight  in  her  face, 

Phebe,  the  woodbird,  sings  for  you. 
List  to  your  songter's  love  refrain  : 
"Phebe!  Phebe!"  from  hilltop  spire, 
"  Press  on  to  reach  the  things  before  !  " 

"  Phebe  !   Phebe  !  "  she  calls  you  higher. 
1887. 


-filcscrtj  Summer  Sabbath  at  Lalumrtu. 


A    LOVING    MEMORY. 

Dedicated  to  PROF.   WILLIAM   F.   GIBSON. 


Over  the  polar  chill  of  Winter, 

There  comes  a  ray  of  warm  pure  light, 
With  gold  of  sunshine  glory,  bright. 


Voices  from  Lake-dew.  37 

The  memory  of  a  hallowed  Sabbath 
Iii  the  green  grove  at  loved  Lakeview, 
Under  the  arching  dome  of  blue. 

I  list  again  the  silvery  echo 

Of  Lakeview's  mellow  distant  chime, 
Mingling  with  bells  of  Christmas  time. 

The  world  shut  out,  the  Father's  Presence 
Brooding  upon  us  from  above, 
Filling  our  hearts  with  peace  and  love. 

We  gather  in  the  forest  temple, 
Our  souls  respond  to  sacred  song, 
As  music  rolls  its  tide  along. 

The  voice  of  prayer  brings  Heaven  nearer, 
Precious  the  message  of  the  Lord, 
Borne  to  our  hearts  from  spoken  word. 

Within  our  souls  the  heavenly  kingdom, 
Jesus  has  come  to  claim  His  own, 
The  life  eternal  has  begun. 

As  through  an  open  door  to  Heaven, 

We  gaze  where  God's  sweet  sunshine  falls, 
Gold  light  through  leafy  forest  walls. 

The  pulsing  air  with  praise  is  vibrant, 
We  feel  a  wondrous  presence  near, 
God's  angels  surely  with  us  here. 

So  sweet  the  hour  of  Vesper  Service, 
It  seems  as  if  the  peace  of  Heaven, 
Shone  o'er  the  hallowed  Sabbath  even. 


38  Voices  from  Lakerieu\ 

In  charmed  shades,  in  Idlewood, 
We  linger  on  Enchanted  Ground, 
With  twilight  shadows  deepening  round. 

Joyful  I  sing  this  song  of  memory, 
The  rhythmic  sweet  of  summer  time. 
To  mingle  with  the  Christmas  chime. 

The  pictures  from  that  summer  Sabbath 
With  this  glad  Christmas-tide  I  blend 
In  my  heartsong  for  you,  dear  friend. 

Ever  with  this  rare  day,  thrice  hallowed, 
Glad  thoughts  of  you  will  come  again, 
"  For  Love  of  Christ,"  and  "  In  His  Name. 

The  dear  Lord's  Day  and  Christmas  mingle. 
Meeting  as  one  in  holy  time, 
And  sweeter  still  the  joyful  chime. 

The  music  borne  through  leafy  arches 
Is  vibrant  in  the  Christmas  air, 
With  holy  thoughts  of  praise  and  prayer. 

Your  presence  on  this  day  is  with  me, 
Though  parted,  still  by  faith  we  meet 
Around  the  blessed  Mercy  Seat. 

At  vesper  hour  I  feel  you  nearer, 
Bowing  before  the  Father's  throne 
I  pray  Him  make  you  all  His  own. 

I  breathe  for  you  a  benediction, 
Upon  this  Sabbath  Christmas  day, 
God's  peace  abide  with  you  alway. 
Vesper  hour,  Dec.  4.  1892. 


l/oices  from  Lakevien.  39 

€.  L.  ft.  C.  Etstl,  Class  '$.',. 


"CULTURE,  LOVE,  SERVICE,  CHRIST." 


Night's  curtain  closely  drawn  around 

Our  hallowed  place,  the  Lakeview  Grove, 

The  Sabbath  with  its  blessings  rare 

Has  one  last  treasure  yet  of  love, 

The  Vigil. 

With  voices  hushed  we  climb  the  hill, 
And  gather  in  the  hallowed  Hall  ; 

We  listen,  while  from  lips  we  love, 
The  gracious  words  of  wisdom  fall 

At  Vigil  Hour. 

A  charm  these  mystic  tetter*  keep 
For  all  who  in  the  Circle  stand., 

And  loyal  keep  in  step  and  tijne 

With  dear  Chautauqua's  glorious  band, 
C.  L.  S.  C. 

Each  letter  has  a  magic  power, 

A  lesson  of  its  own  to  teach, 
A  hidden  treasure  to  impart, 

A  truth  that  all  who  seek  may  reach, 
C.  L.  S.  C. 

To  make  the  most  of  all  we  have, 
In  our  earth  day  of  toil  and  strife, 

Enlarge  our  gifts,  our  talents  use, 
Enrich  and  broaden  all  the  life. 
Culture. 


40  l/oices  from  Lakeview. 

A  loving  heart  can  always  give, 

Scatter  its  treasured  wealth  around, 

And  like  the  sun  that  lights  the  world, 
No  poorer  ever  shall  be  found. 
Love. 

In  ministry  for  others'  good, 
Not  for  the  sake  of  self  alone, 

Making  of  life  a  line  of  light, 

By  deeds  of  loving  kindness  shown. 
Service. 

Where'er  we  find  the  Master's  work, 

In  willing  service,  high  or  low, 
If  done  for  Him  with  heart  of  love, 
His  blessed  peace  shall  with  us  go. 

Christ. 
Suggested  by  words  of  Dr.  Hurlbut,  spoken  at  vigil. 


Cottage. 


This  poem  is  inspired  by  and  dedicated  to  Miss  SUSAN  M.  STEVENS 
-"  A  Woman  with  a  Faculty." 

"  How  beautiful  is  this  house.     The  atmosphere 
Breathes  rest  and  comfort,  and  the  many  chambers 
Seem  full  of  welcomes." — Longfellow. 
"  Dux  femina  facti." — Virgil. 


In  shady  grove  at  Lakeview 
Rises  a  new-made  home, 

With  welcome  for  the  stranger, 
A  cordial  "  Hither  come." 


Voices  from  Lake-dew.  41 

Munroe — the  iiame  is  honored — 

Physician  the  beloved, 
Whose  skill  in  healing  virtue 

So  many  lives  have  proved. 

Upon  a  sloping  hillside, 

With  goodly  view  it  stands, 
Where  daily  eager  learners 

Pass  up  in  thronging  bands. 

A  great,  warm  heart  hath  builded      • 

This  home  so  sweet  and  fair, 
With  many  a  thought  of  comfort 

For  weary  ones  to  share. 

Beneath  the  waving  tree-tops, 

Beneath  the  cool  green  shade, 
Close  to  the  Hall  of  Prayer, 

The  sweet  home  nest  is  made. 

The  bells  in  mellow  chiming 

Herald  the  rosy  dawn  ; 
Anon  sweet  songs  of  Zion 

Float  on  the  air  of  morn. 

The  night  with  dews  of  blessing, 

With  noiseless  footfall  comes, 
And  drops  her  soft,  dark  curtain 

Over  the  peaceful  homes. 

And  when  the  grove  is  gleaming 

Like  lovely  fairy  bower, 
Our  cottage  hangs  its  signals 

To  grace  the  evening  hour. 


42  yokes  from 


Here  comes  God's  blessed  angel 
With  balmy,  restful  sleep, 

And  wraps  the  weary  toiler 
In  peaceful  slumber  deep. 

•A  safe,  sweet  place  of  resting, 
With  hearts  of  Christian  love, 

Angelic  guards  encamping 
Around  the  silent  grove. 

Within  this  home  what  comfort, 
What  resting  place  we  find, 

Here  loving  care  is  watchful, 
Here  every  heart  is  kind. 

Our  room  —  a  chosen  home  nest 
Looks  toward  the  rising  sun, 

Chamber  of  Peace  we  find  it 
When  the  full  day  is  done. 

This  cottage  stands  in  beaut3T 
Upon  the  sloping  hill, 

And  myriad  footsteps  pass  it, 
Onward  and  upward  still. 

The  summer  of  1886. 


Voices,  from  Lakeview.  43 

L.   |)urlbut. 


"  The  spirit  of  Elijah  doth  rest  on  EHsha." 

"  Aaron's  rod  was  budded  and  brought  forth  buds,  and   bloomed 
blossoms  and  yielded  almonds." 


When  to  our  hearts  the  call  was  borne 

For  the  beloved  John, 
To  take  him  from  our  head  away, 

To  wear  a  bishop's  crown, 
A  cloud  came  o'er  the  sky  of  blue, 

Our  sun  was  in  eclipse, 
We  missed  his  presence,  golden  words 

That  fell  from  loving  lips; 
When  lo,  the  dark  cloud  rent  in  twain, 

The  shadows  fled  away, 
A  pure,  sweet  light  shone  o'er  the  night, 

Herald  of  golden  day. 

His  mantle  falls,  his  spirit  rests 

On  answering  spirit  grand, 
A  chosen  vessel  for  the  work. 

The  noblest  of  our  band. 
Like  Aaron's  almond  rod  preserved 

Within  the  holy  place, 
Our  Rod  of  Jesse  buds  and  blooms 

With  flowers  of  truth  and  grace. 
On  holy  mount  he  learns  of  God 

The  pattern  he  has  given, 
And  brings  to  us  His  own  sure  word 

To  show  the  way  to  heaven. 


44  Voices  from  Lakeview. 

No  longer  on  the  willow  boughs 

Our  silent  harps  are  hung, 
But,  tuned  again  to  major  strains, 

Our  new  glad  song  is  sung. 
Thou  art  to  us  the  central  light 

Of  our  Chautauqua  home, 
The  magnet  drawing  loving  hearts, 

As  to  this  shrine  we  come. 
May  many  years  of  work  be  thine 

To  labor  for  the  Lord, 
To  win  at  last,  in  His  own  time, 

The  Master's  dear  reward. 


"  Look  Up,  not  down. 
Look  Out,  not  in, 
Look  Forward,  not  hack, 
Lend  a  Hand.'1 

'  We  study  the  word  and  works  of  God." 
Let  us  keep  our  Heavenly  Father  in  our  midst.' 
Never  be  discouraged." 


CLASS    MOTTO,    '85. 

"  Press  on,  reaching  after  those  things  which  are  before. 


Again  a  distant  echo  falls  on  the  listening  ear, 

The  bells !  the  bells  of  Lakeview  ring  out  their  peals  of 

cheer. 

The  triune  voices  calling,  in  mellow  chiming  clear, 
"Haste  to  the  grove  at  Lakeview!  the  days  we  love  are 

here  !  " 


Voices  from  Lakeview.  45 

Lakeview  !  our  hearts  are  thrilling  at  the  familiar  sound, 
And  to  thy  welcome  summons  respond  with  joyous  bound. 
The  silver  tones  awaken  the  echoes  far  and  near, 
And  sound  with  voice  of  gladness  the  welcome  for  us  here. 

The  fair  grove  smiles  in  beauty  amid  the  wealth  of  green, 
The  dome  of  heavenly  azure  arching  the  peaceful  scene ; 
Amid  the  summer  glory,  with  loyal  hearts  we  come 
Unto  our  spirit's  Mecca,  unto  a  rest  and  home. 
Hail  to  this  grove  of  beauty,  home  of  the  heart  and  mind  ! 
Within  its  bowers  enchanted  a  resting  place  we  find, 
We  come  with  eager  longing  to  drink  from  crystal  springs, 
We  seek  the  living  waters  that  heavenly  wisdom  brings. 

We  read  in  classic  story  of  academic  grove, 
Where  Plato  left  his  glory  in  life  of  truth  and  love, 
And  like  that  charmed  story  in  far  off  days  of  old, 
Where  lofty  thoughts  of  wisdom  amid  the  trees  were  told, 
In  this  fair  grove,  our  Lakeview,  we  sit  at  Wisdom's  feet 
And  listen  to  her  teachings  all  eloquent  and  sweet ; 
On  golden  fruits  of  wisdom  from  trees  of  knowledge  fair, 
In  these  calm  shades  we're  feasting,  with  lavish  freedom 
share. 

An  impulse  to  the  work  of  life 

I'nlo  our  souls  is  daily  given. 
To  make  each  day  reflect  the  light, 

The  glory  of  the  coming  heaven. 
Upon  our  hearts  we  grave  the  words 

Our  glorious  leaders  speak  in  love, 
Mottoes  to  guide  us  in  the  way 

That  leads  to  peace  and  joy  above. 


46  Voices  from  Lakeview. 

"  Look  up  !  "     Behold  the  morning  skies 

Are  all  ablaze  with  amber  light, 
"  Not  down,"  where  still  the  shadows  drape 

The  earthly  vales  in  misty  night. 
"  Look  up  !  "     Behold  the  Qrient  beams 

Hang  out  their  rosy  banners  bright ; 
It  comes  !     The  banners  are  unfurled, 

A  sunrise  o'er  the  mountain  height. 


"  Not  down  "  to  delve  'mid  earthly  dross, 

For  treasure  passing  soon  away, 
"  Look  up  !  "    Behold  the  crown  of  life, 

The  faithful  win  at  close  of  day. 
"  We  build  the  rounds  by  which  we  climb  " 

To  shining  heights  on  heights  above, 
We  rise  by  strength  we  strive  to  gain, 

We  grow  by  adding  love  to  love. 

Not  down  into  the  silent  earth, 

Where  the  beloved  form  was  laid, 
"  Look  up  !  "     Behold  a  vision  fair, 

The  spirit  pure  in  light  arrayed. 
"  Look  out,''  with  watchful,  waiting  eye, 

O'er  earth's  broad,  waving,  whitening  field, 
"  Not  in  ;  "  no  selfish  seeking  soul 

vShall  golden  sheaves  of  harvest  yield. 

"  Forward  !  "  unto  life's  conflict  brave, 
With  glowing  heart  and  willing  hand, 

No  backward  look,  still  onward  press, 
To  reach  the  glorious  Promised  Laud. 


Voices  from  Lakeview.  47 

Seek  still  to  "  lend  "  the  helping  "  hand," 
With  every  new,  fresh  gift  of  day, 

To  ease  some  over-burdened  soul, 
To  cheer  some  lonely,  tearful  way. 


Close  following  in  our  Great  Heart's  steps 

The  shining  way  of  growing  light, 
Leading  still  up  beyond  the  stars, 

Height  rising  still  o'er  distant  height. 
How  vast  the  unattained  that  waits 

Beyond  our  view  in  vision  clear, 
The  wondrous  life  that  shall  reveal 

What  seems  so  far,  yet  lies  so  near  ! 

Study  with  love  the  glorious  word 

Of  life  our  Father  has  revealed, 
And  find  within  the  Holy  Book 

Kxhaustless  treasures  are  concealed, 
And  with  this  matchless  Book  unite 

The  wondrous  works  His  hand  hath  wrought, 
Lessons  of  wisdom,  love  and  power, 

In  all  this  lovely  earth  are  taught. 
We  learn  to  trust  and  labor  on. 

Content  to  do  the  Master's  will. 
Not  to  lose  heart,  fresh  courage  take, 

To  trust  'mid  clouds  and  darkness  still. 


In  solitude  of  forest  dim, 

The  wood  thrush  pours  its  liquid  song 
For  those  who  through  the  summer  day 

In  outside  sunshine  pass  along. 


48  Voices  from  Lakeview. 

So  poet  singers  pour  their  verse 
From  out  a  quiet  resting  place, 

To  soothe  and  help  lone  toilers  brave, 
With  trustful  words  of  cheer  and  peace. 


Such  lessons  blessed  Lakeview  gives 
To  those  who  seek  her  summer  shade, 

Teachings  that  bring  us  nearer  God, 
And  life  is  stronger,  brighter  made. 

Sweet  comes  the  Sabbath  stillness,  a  soothing,  heavenly 

peace 

Steals  o'er  the  watching  spirit  a  sense  of  blissful  rest; 
We  feast  on  heavenly  manna,  we  quaff  the  heavenly  wine, 
We  hear  sweet  songs  of  Zion,  "  in  notes  almost  divine." 
From  crystal  fount  upspringing,  salvation's  well  so  free, 
With  joy  we  draw  the  waters  through  all  the  blessed  day. 

A  dream  of  heaven  the  fair  grove  seems, 

Where  God  comes  down  to  fill  the  place, 
With  benediction  full  of  love, 

A  smile  of  everlasting  peace  ; 
Within  that  blessed  heaven, 

That  knows  no  sin,  no  night, 
His  ransomed  servants  serve  Him, 

With  tireless,  pure  delight. 

Life  at  Lakeview,  hallowed,  peaceful, 

Like  a  glimpse  of  life  above, 
Where  there  broods  o'er  longing  spirits 

Presence  of  exceeding  love, 


Voices  from  Lakevi-  49 

When  the  morning  skies  are  lighted 

With  the  rosy  tints  of  day. 
Incense  sweet  ascends  to  heaven, 

As  warm  hearts  united  pray. 

As  within  the  spiral  chambers 

Of  the  pearly  ocean  shell, 
Music  from  its  distant  sea  home, 

Low,  sweet  murmurs  ever  dwell, 
So  the  holy  vesper  service, 

With  its  soothing,  restful  calm, 
Lingers  like  the  moan  of  sea  shell, 

With  a  mystic,  peaceful  charm. 

Classmates,  we  meet  with  growing  love, 

And  eager  clasp  the  friendly  hand, 
Firm  in  life's  highest,  holiest  aim, 

Shoulder  to  shoulder  here  we  stand. 
Still  toiling  on  with  tireless  zeal, 

More  priceless  treasures  seek  to  gain, 
Seal  after  seal,  through  lengthening  years, 

New  stars  for  our  diplomas  wrin. 

Classmates,  see  !  there  lie  before  us 
Heights  on  heights  yet  unattained  ; 

Pause  not  in  the  onward  marching 
Till  the  crown  of  life  be  gained  ; 

And  as  our  poet  sister  sung, 
Melodious  verse  with  silver  tongue: 
"Within  the  soul's  bright  wonderland, 
We  there  shall  know  and  understand, 
And  all  the  endless  ages  through 
Have  only  angels'  work  to  do." 

July   H 
4 


50  yokes  from  Lafteview. 

bonnet. 


SABBATH    VESPER    HOUR. 


It  is  the  hush  of  Sabbath  vesper  hour; 

It  comes  with  holy  peace  and  restful  calm, 
With  thoughts  all  tender  as  a  hallowed  psalm, 

Resting  upon  my  heart  with  holy  power, 

While  memory  brings  her  sweet  and  sacred  dower, 
And  breathes  around  my  soul  a  soothing  charm, 
Distilling  influence  like  a  healing  balm, 

With  incense  like  sweet  breath  of  April  flower; 

Thoughts  of  dear  friends  and  hours  in  templed  grove, 
The  vesper  service  with  its  music  sweet, 
I  list  again  with  longing  heart  and  ear, 

Sit  by  their  side  in  hallowed  place  we  love, 
While  voices  tender,  words  of  life  repeat, 
So  peaceful  all,  we  feel  our  Lord  is  near. 


Ccn   Pears. 

1885.  July  23.  1895. 

FOR   THE     BELOVED   CLASS   OF    '85. 


"  Press  on,  reaching  after  the  things  that  are  before." 

We  stand  upon  a  mount  of  life 

In  this  glad  summer  time, 
While  memory  bells  all  joyous  ring 

Their  sweet-toned  silver  chime. 


Voices  from  Lake-view .  5 1 

We  gathered  here — •  the  85's  — 

Passed  through  the  golden  gate, 
'Neath  arches  green  o'er  flower-strewed  way, 

Where  crowning  laurels  wait 
Ten  years  ago. 

The  earth  took  on  a  wondrous  charm, 

The  sky  a  deeper  blue, 
We  felt  within  our  souls  the  truth, 

"  I  make  all  things  anew." 
A  larger  life  is  ours  to-day, 

More  glorious  hopes  we  share 
Than  filled  our  hearts  as  here  we  stood 

The  graduate's  crown  to  wear 
Ten  years  ago. 

A  backward  look  to  see  the  path 

Leading  through  circling  years, 
Our  joyful  steps  have  onward  come, 

And  bright  the  way  appears. 
A  broad  horizon  circles  round 

This  height  on  which  we  stand, 
A  goodly  prospect  lies  before, 

Nearer  the  Promised  Land 

Than  ten  years  ago. 

Within  Chautauqua's  borders  we  found  the  fount  of  youth, 
Her  clear,  unfailing  waters  sparkle  with  light  of  truth. 
All  wondrous  is  the  vision  our  eyes  behold  to-day, 
'Tis  glorious  to  be  living  to  tread  the  King's  highway. 
The  pulsing  air  is  vibrant  with  inspiration  rife, 
We  feel  the  holy  impulse,  the  more  abundant  life. 


52  Voices  from  Lahevieuc. 

The  Lord  of  Life  has  risen,  His  glory  fills  the  earth, 

The  world's  bright  Easter  morning  now  shows  His  glory 

forth. 
With  light  the  heavens  are  flooded,  new  worlds  of  thought 

are  found, 

Wide  open  doors  of  knowledge  o'er  all  the  earth  abound. 
Behold  the  Orient  glowing,  the  King  of  Day  conies  forth, 
The  sunrise  gold  is  flooding  the  newly  wakened  earth. 

It  shines  upon  broad  prairies,  gilds  lofty  mountain  height. 

The  Orient  is  radiant,  Pacific  shores  are  bright. 

One  hand  of  love  has  opened  full  many  a  long-closed  door; 

And  left  his  shining  footprints  where  he  has  trod  before. 

The  nations  are  awaking,  the  Spirit  is  abroad, 

O'er  all  dark   places  brooding  conies  the  sweet  light  of 

God; 

Oh,  wondrous  the  awaking  where  night  has  lingered  long, 
Isles  of  the  sea  are  listening  to  catch  the  morning  song. 

Nearing  the  century's  summit,  we  mount  from  height  to 

height, 

Facing  its  open  vision,  its  full  electric  light; 
We  hail  with  joy  the  coming,  we,  children  of  the  King, 
We  go  to  meet  the  morning,  our  hearts  glad  anthems  sing  ; 
Onward,  still  onward  pressing,  with  ever  upward  trend. 
Till  dawns  the  morn  of  glory,  whose  day  shall  have  no 

end. 

Our  leader  loved  is  guiding  Chautauqua's  triumph  car, 
Freighted  with  life  and  blessing  to  nations  from  afar; 
He  has  unsealed  pure  fountains,  opened  the  gates  of  day. 
Where   waters   sweet  are   flowing,   and  diamond  sparkles- 
play. 


I/o ices  from  Lakeii>:  53 

We  see  the  palm  trees  waving  along  the  King's  highway, 
We  join  in  glad  hosannas,  we  hail  the  glorious  day  ; 
A  chorus  grand  is  sounding  from  mount  and  vale  and  sea, 
The  whole  glad  earth  rejoices  in  one  vast  jubilee. 

While  come  the  days  with  radiant  dawn, 
And  part  with  evening's  tender  light, 

While  sweet  flowers  bloom  and  wild  birds  sing, 
While  winds  sport  'mid  the  cloud  beds  bright, 

While  mountains  rise  sublime  and  still, 
While  sings  the  sea  its  monotone, 

While  Hope,  Faith,  Love  their  lessons  teach, 
List  to  our  watchword,  still  "  Press  on  ;  " 
"  Press  on  to  reach  the  things  before." 

On  living  tablets  of  the  heart 

Our  Decade's  love  is  deeply  graven, 
Thrilled  with  the  influence  of  this  place 

We  rise  to  meet  our  coming  heaven. 
A  well  of  water  springing  up 

To  everlasting  life  we  found, 
Our  Lord  the  fountain  opened  wide, 

And  lavish  poured  the  crystal  round. 

We  bring  our  Decade's  garnered  love 

To  dear  Chautauqua's  hallowed  shrine, 
With  glad  thanksgiving  to  the  hand 

Uplifting  us  to  heights  divine. 
Transfiguration  of  our  lives, 

P>y  holy  influence  breathed  from  heaven, 
The  pure,  sweet  thoughts  from  Jesus  learned, 

In  this  grand  work  so  freely  given. 


54  Voices  from  Lakeview. 

Beloved,  from  my  heart  of  hearts, 

Most  holy  place  within  my  soul, 
I  sing  this  memory  song  for  you, 

Our  Decade's  years  of  love  unroll. 
"  Invincible  "  we  stand  to-day, 

With  steadfast  purpose,  holy  aim, 
To  follow  where  our  Master  leads, 

Press  on  to  conquer  "  In  His  Name." 

True  to  our  watchword,  "  Onward  press," 

"  To  reach  the  things  that  are  before," 
More  life,  more  light,  more  work  to  do, 

Till  all  the  earthly  way  is  o'er; 
From  glory  unto  glory  still, 

From  height  attained  to  height  still  higher, 
Until  each  full,  symmetric  life 

Is  crowned  with  glory  of  the  spire. 

Read  at  the  tenth  anniversary  of  Class  of  '85,  at  Hall  on  the  Hill, 
Aug.  i,  1895. 


Class  ^ong;,   '85. 


Gathering  in  our  woodland  temple, 
'  Neath  the  summer's  golden  rays, 
From  the  hearts  in  love  united, 

Comes  a  song  of  joy  and  praise ; 
Bringing  here  our  glad  oblation, 

Grateful  for  the  wealth  of  thought, 
And  the  ministry  of  blessing 

For  our  sakes  so  freely  wrought. 


Voices  from  Lakeview.        .  55 

On  this  day  \ve,  loving  classmates, 

Look  with  grateful  joy  above, 
For  the  years  of  work  completed, 

For  their  fruit  of  peace  and  love. 
May  the  precious  truths  we  treasure 

From  our  Father's  Holy  Word, 
Cause  our  lives  to  bear  the  image 

Of  our  Saviour,  Christ,  the  Lord. 

Hallowed  hours  we  know  together, 

Hours  when  heaven  seems  very  near, 
When  we  feel  a  sacred  Presence, 

Feel  our  loving  Lord  is  here. 
May  the  pure  and  peaceful  spirit 

Of  our  Master  fill  the  place, 
Brooding  o'er  our  woodland  Bethel 

With  His  benisou  of  peace. 

Nearer,  dearer  our  communion 

In  the  hour  of  love  and  prayer, 
Bringing  hearts  in  closer  union 

As  its  peaceful  joys  we  share. 
Press  we  on  with  earnest  spirit 

For  the  unseen  things  before, 
In  the  footsteps  of  the  Master, 

Where  He  shows  the  open  door. 
Sung  at  Class  Anniversary,  Aug.  i,  1895. 


56  Voices  from  Lake-view. 

45o   Jonuarfc. 


FOR    THE    GUILD   OF    SEVEN    SEALS. 


With  every  step  we  take  we  higher  rise, 
The  slope  is  upward  whither  lies  our  way, 

The  line  of  vision  a  new  level  strikes 
As  pace  by  pace  we  mount  each  new-born  day. 

On  everything  the  dew  of  morning  hangs, 
.Each  breath  we  draw  with  sweetest  fragrance  rife, 

The  thrill  of  inspiration  fills  our  souls, 

With  bounding  pulse  of  new  upspringing  life. 

Heart  answers  heart,  and  soul  to  soul  responds, 
As  we  keep  step  with  joyful,  upward  trend, 

Our  eyes  are  fixed  on  sunlit  mountain  tops 
Of  inspiration  which  enchantment  lend. 

A  summit  gained,  a  smooth,  green  table  land, 
Which  this  glad  day  our  feet  with  joy  have  trod, 

Grand  reaches  still  before  with  sunset  gold, 
Beyond  the  sunset  are  the  hills  of  God. 

O'er  them  the  everlasting  morn  shall  rise, 
The  gates  will  open,  we  shall  enter  in, 

To  the  dear  presence  of  our  Master,  Lord, 
To  grow  in  love  with  Him  we  loved  unseen. 

1894. 


Voices  from  Liikei'ie-n\  57 


1886.  Ten  years  at  Munroe  Cottage.  1896. 


INSCRIBED     TO     OUR     PATRON     SAINT. 

MISS   SUSAN    M.    STEVENS, 

Whose  many  virtues  charm  the  soul, 
And  whose  viands  cheer  the  body." 


"  How  far  that  little  candle  throws  its  beams  ! 
So  shines  a  good  deed  in  a  naughty  world." 

—  ^fi'i'i/iant  of  I'i'inci'. 

"  About  midway  to  the  top  of  the  Hill  was  a  pleasant  Arbor  made 
by  the  Lord  of  the  Hill,  for  the  refreshment  of  weary  travellers." 

— Pi  (if  I  !>>' '  S  P>  Vgl  VW . 


The  little  modest  Phebe,  a  bird  of  low  degree, 
Here  brings  her  loving  offering,  her  one  refrain  to  thee, 
And  sings  of  Munroe  Cottage,  with  all  the  kindness  shown 
For  ten   love-lighted   summers,  that  like  bright  dreams 
have  flown. 

Of  all  the  fair  homes  nestling  amid  our  Lakeview  grove, 
Munroe  for  us  is  fairest,  and  keeps  our  warmest  love. 
A  great,  warm  heart  has  builded  this  cottage  neat  and  fair, 
That  true  Chautauqua  pilgrims  may  in  its  comforts  share. 
Ten  years  of  love  and  blessing  this  charmed  home  hath 

stood, 
And    garnered    sweetest    memories   within   our  Lakeview 

wood . 


58  Voices  from  Lciknieii\ 

So  rare  for  situation,  it  gives  us  pleasure  still, 
Midway  'twixt  Auditorium  and  Hall  upon  the  Hill, 
We  rest  beneath  the  shadow  that  guards  us  night  and  day, 
Of  Dr.  Hurlbut's  presence,  and  cannot  go  astray; 
For  like  protecting  angel,  encamping  close  around, 
Doth   seem  our  Lord's  dear  servant  upon  this  hallowed 
ground. 

Here  welcome  ever  waiteth,  and  many  an  honored  guest, 
Within   the   chambers   peaceful,   has   sought   and    found 

sweet  rest; 

And  tender  thoughts  awaken  of  friends  we  see  no  more, 
Whose  presence  ne'er  shall  enter  through  the  still  open 

door. 
They  live  in  precious  memory,  safe  shrined  within  the 

heart, 

With  Lakeview  still  their  presence  seems  hallowed,  cher 
ished,  part. 

How  far  that  little  candle  has  shed  its  cheery  rays  ! 
Bright  and  still  brighter  glowing  through  the  full  decade's 

days. 

Here  weary  workers  as  they  toil  to  Hall  upon  the  Hill, 
May  pause  to  rest  beside  the  way,  refresh  their  spirits  still. 

Yet  more  and  more  we  love  thee,  our  Lakeview,  hallowed, 

dear, 

Still  more  sweet  home  ties  bind  us  to  our  heart  centre  here ; 
New  beauty  clothes  the  summer  'neath  these  warm  amber 

skies, 
With   wealth  of   deepest  verdure  and   flowers  of   myriad 

dyes. 


Voices  from  Lakevieuc.  59 

We  see  fair  morning  open  the  golden  gates  of  day, 
The  hilltops  catch  the  sunlight  upon  their  summits  grey. 
We  gaze  with  raptured  vision,  when  the  bright  day  is  done, 
On  "  trailing  clouds  of  glory  "  around  the  setting  sun. 

The  daylight  fades,  and  gently  falls  the  soft  twilight  mist, 
Veiling  the  distant  hilltops  with  floating  amethyst. 
All  silent  comes  the  nightfall,  while  in  the  azure  deep 
The  glorious  constellations  their  tread  majestic  keep. 
Amid  the  tender  gloaming  we  sit  in  grateful  thought, 
To  ponder  well  the  lessons  the  blessed  day  hath  brought. 
Such  precious  friends  we  gather  for  our  life-treasures  here, 
Such  great,  warm  hearts  we're  finding,  the  Lord's  own 
children  dear. 

We  gather  up  the  fragments  of  joy  upon  our  way, 

And  keep  in  closer  heart  clasp  the  friends  we  greet  to-day  ; 

And  for  these  days  of  blessing,  their  wealth  of  thought 

and  love, 

A  joy  to  us  forever  their  memory  shall  prove. 
The  night  with  dews  of   blessing  with  noiseless  footfall 

comes, 

And  drops  its  soft,  dark  curtain  over  the  Cottage  homes; 
Anon  the  Grove  is  gleaming  like  shining  fairy  bower, 
And  myriad  lights  make  lovely  the  dewy  evening  hour. 
Then  with  the  golden  morning  sound  the  sweet  bells  for 

prayer, 
To  Normal  Hall  we  hasten,  the  hallowed  hour  to  share. 

And  so  we  count  our  mercies,  content  we  gladly  stay, 
In  this  great  age  so  restless  we  wander  not  away  ; 
Near  by  the  head  of  Lakeview,  its  lovely  pillared  crown, 
By  its  great  heart  we  gather,  a  little  farther  down. 


60  l/oices  from  Lake-dew. 

Among  the  greater  lights  that  shine  \vithin  this  classic 

Grove, 
Whom  -we  delight  to  honor,  praise,  and  give  our  heart's 

true  love, 
Are  the  grand  names  that  we  unite  on  this  glad  day  to 

sing- 
Stevens,  the  founder  of  this  Home  —  Hurlbut,  our  Lake- 
view  king. 

One  hand  of  love  has  opened  for  us  this  Cottage  Home, 
With  greeting  never  failing,  the  yearly  "  Hither  come." 


Her  large,  rich  heart  can  always  give,  scatter  its  wealth 

around, 
And  like  the  sun  that  lights  the  world,  no  poorer  e'er  is 

found  ; 

The  central  light  of  love  and  joy,  the  angel  of  our  hearth, 
Whose  presence  makes  this  calm  retreat  a  sweet,  greeu 

spot  of  earth, 
Is  she  whose  great,  warm,  generous  soul  with  love  has 

filled  our  days ; 

The  grace  of  Christian  womanhood  in  all  her  queenly  ways  ; 
May  all  the  kindness  shown,  the  sunshine  she  has  shed, 
Return,  increased  a  thousand  fold,  upon  her  blessed  head. 


Just  an  interlude  of  prose  at  this  point,  to  bring  in  a 
quotation  from  Virgil  and  give  added  dignity  to  this  occa 
sion.  What  the  pious  .Eneas  said  to  Queen  Dido,  we  say 
to  our  Queen  of  Munroe  Cottage  : 


"  In  /re/a  dum  flui'ii  current,  dum  montibus  umbrae, 
Lustrabunt  coni'e.va,  polits  dum  sidera  pascet  ; 
Semper  honos,  nomenque  fitum,  laudesque  manebiuit." 


Voices  from  Lakei'ieic.  61 

Which  being  interpreted  means: 

'  While  rivers  shall  run  into  the  seas, 
While  clouds  move  around  the  tops  of  the  mountains, 
While  heaven  shall  sustain  the  stars, 
Always  thy  honor  and  name  and  praise  shall  continue." 

Long  live  our  Saint,  to  keep  for  us 

This  dear  Chautauqua  Home, 
And  all  who  share  its  hallowed  joys 

At  last  to  heaven  come  ; 
And  now,  for  dear  Miss  Stevens 

Let  the  "white  lilies"  bloom, 
And  shed  o'er  Doctor  Hurl'mt 

The  choicest  of  perfume. 

I,AKEVIK\V,  July  27,  1^96. 


Luman   Cljompson 


A    VOICK    FROM    THi:    CLASS    OF    '* 


Kntered  the  life  immortal  July  3,  1896. 
Lord,  I  am  Thine  and  Thou  art  mine.''  —  His  d \iiix  <VM;  rf.v. 

"  All  heart--  grew  warmer  in  the  presence 

of  one  who,  seeking  not  his  own. 
Gave  freely  for  the  love  of  giving. 

Nor  reaped  for  self  the  harvest  sown.' 

—  /.>//>i  (,.  ll'/ntti,  r. 


Dear  Lord,  we  upward  turn  our  spirits 
To  seek  Thy  face  in  this  still  hour, 

To  music  set  this  sacred  service, 

A  triumph  song  o'er  Death's  dark  power. 


62  Voices  from  Lake-dew. 

O  classmate,  brother,  friend  beloved, 
The  noblest  spirit  of  our  band, 

Thy  earth  work  done,  a  higher  calling, 
Crowned  by  the  loving  Father's  hand. 

O  Lakeview,  'mid  thy  bowers  of  beauty, 
There  is  a  moaning  like  the  sea, 

An  empty  space,  a  vanished  face, 

Where  thy  loved  presence  used  to  be. 

O  days  of  Lakeview  life  so  blessed, 
From  hand  of  love  divinely  given, 

Like  sunrise  gold  still  brighter  glowing 
Your  radiance  with  the  hues  of  heaven  ! 

Thy  presence  seems  around  us  lingering, 
Amid  these  scenes  so  sweet  and  fair, 

Filled  with  thy  life  and  earnest  purpose, 
Thy  cheerful  spirit,  love  and  prayer. 

Still  upward,  round  by  round,  his  life-work, 
Waiting  to  hear  the  Master's  word, 

Till  on  the  shining,  golden  stairway 
He  met  the  angel  of  the  Lord. 

Like  the  fair  stream,  pure,  silent,  flowing, 
Marking  its  path  with  living  green, 

Was  the  true  life  whose  love  and  service 
Shall  still  in  lives  he  served  be  seen. 

His  living  monument  is  builded, 
We  look  around  us  and  behold 

Where  he  has  wrought  his  work  so  noble, 
More  lasting  than  in  lines  of  gold. 


Voices  from  Lakeview.  63 

As  light  upon  the  clouds  reflected 

Of  evening,  tells  that  lands  unseen 
Lie  fair  beyond  our  earth  horizon 

'Neath  sunrise  gold  in  living  green, 

So  the  clear  sunset  of  a  lifetime, 

Like  his  all  full  of  holy  love, 
Speaks  of  the  pure,  eternal  splendor, 

Hidden  from  earth-veiled  eyes  above. 

All  consecrated  to  the  Master, 

The  talents,  wealth  to  him  God-given, 

Scattering  with  lavish  hand  his  riches, 
Laying  his  treasure  safe  in  heaven. 

O  classmate,  friend,  with  tender  grieving, 

We  sing  our  farewell  song  for  thee, 
And  sorrow  most  of  all  that  never, 

Ah,  nevermore,  thy  face  we  see. 

No  more  on  earth,  but  O,  in  heaven, 

The  Evermore  shall  joyful  sing, 
For  evermore  the  chorus  sounding 

In  the  glad  presence  of  our  King. 

Thou'lt  keep  for  us  a  loving  welcome, 

As  one  by  one  we  follow  home, 
O  may  it  be  with  full  lives  laden, 

And  glad  "  well  done  "  we  all  may  come. 

Here  as  we  stand  at  death's  dark  portal, 

\\V  still  a  song  of  triumph  raise, 
That  thou  hast  entered  life  immortal, 

To  join  God's  host  in  heavenly  praise. 


64  Voices  from  Lakeview. 

We  drop  upon  thy  new-made  grave-rest 
This  immortelle  of  Lakeview  love, 

Thy  memory  green  we  sacred  cherish 
Until  we  meet  with  joy  above. 

July.  1896. 


Eatnliropg. 


Written  by  request  of  Prof.  CHARLF.S  K.  BOYD.     He  wrote  the  first 
stanza  and  set  the  hvinn  to  music. 


"  Welcome  little  raindrops, 

Sing  a  song  to  me, 
Patter  on  the  window, 

Patter,  patter  free. 
Sing  of  thirsty  flowers, 

Sing  of  leaves  and  grass, 
We  all  hear  your  footsteps 

Pattering  on  the  glass." 

Through  the  evening  shadows 

On  the  roof  you  come, 
As  we  snugly  gather 

Round  the  hearth  of  home. 
Mingling  with  the  music, 

With  glad  hearts  we  raise 
For  the  joy  and  love-light 

Of  these  summer  davs. 


Voices  from  Lakevieic.  65 

Like  an  angel  presence 

Coining  from  above, 
Is  the  shower  of  blessing 

From  the  Father's  love. 
Causing  flowers  of  gladness 

In  life's  path  to  bloom, 
Cheering  on  the  weary, 

With  their  choice  perfume. 

Coming  still  to  brighten 

All  the  earth  below, 
In  your  fairy  footsteps 

Lovely  things  will  grow. 
Lone  and  desert  places 

Blossom  like  the  rose, 
Arched  with  rainbow  beauty. 

Where  the  raindrop  goes. 
Sept.  S,  1896. 


|)omc. 


TO   DR.    JESSE    I..    HURLBUT. 


Lift  up,  lift  up  with  gladness 

Your  heads,  O  gates  of  green, 
As  'neath  your  arches  passing 

The  presence  loved  is  seen. 
Ye  bells,  ye  bells  of  Lakeview, 

Ring  out  with  silver  voice, 
Kcho  our  deep  soul  gladness, 

Sound  our  refrain — Rejoice  ! 
5 


66  Voices  from  Lake-view. 

Wave  your  bright  heads,  ye  treetops, 
Birds  in  your  branches  sing, 

Ye  winds,  on  harps  ^olian, 
Touch  every  tuneful  string; 

Let  our  grand  forest  temple 
With  glad  thanksgiving  ring  ! 


Fair  Lakeview  for  his  coming 

Wears  robes  of  freshest  green, 
And  sunrise  gold  is  lighting 

The  waves  with  crystal  sheen  ; 
While  throbbing  hearts  are  hasting 

Their  incense  pure  to  bring, 
And  for  his  safe  returning 

A  joyful  anthem  sing; 
With  flowers  we  strew  his  pathway, 

With  loving  words  we  greet, 
From  out  our  deep  soul  gladness, 

For  his  returning  meet. 

A  psalm  of  triumph  singing, 
That  God  to  us  has  given 

vSuch  love  from  His  own  fountain, 
To  lead  the  way  to  heaven  ; 

To  show  the  Father's  glory- 
In  life  so  good  and  sweet, 

Doing  the  Master's  service, 
Learning  at  Jesus'  feet. 

And  so,  our  noble  Leader, 
We  come,  a  thronging  band, 

Following  thy  guiding  footsteps 
To  our  Immanuel's  Land. 


Voices  from  Likeview.  67 

The  Lord  hath  been  before  thee, 

Leading  in  unseen  way, 
The  bright  Shekinah  guiding 

His  servant  night  and  day, 
Laden  with  precious  spices 

From  Orient  lands  afar, 
Coining  to  scatter  blessings 

Where  thy  life  treasures  are; 
From  out  the  Land  so  hallowed, 

Thy  steps  have  gladly  trod, 
Thou  comest  in  the  spirit 

Of  Christ,  our  loving  Lord. 

Rich  dost  thou  come  with  treasure, 

To  give  with  liberal  hand 
In  showers  of  love  and  blessing, 

To  homes  throughout  our  land. 
Thy  foot  hath  scaled  the  mountain, 

In  grand  cathedral  trod, 
In  hallowed  places  lingered, 

Where  walked  the  Son  of  God. 
The  Lord  of  Life  has  risen, 

His  glory  fills  the  earth, 
The  world's  bright  Kaster  morning 

Now  shows  His  glory  forth. 

The  Lord  hath  been  thy  Keeper, 
Thy  (iiiide  through  changing  way, 

Preserving  thy  outgoing, 
Thy  coming,  day  by  day. 

And  so  we  come  with  gladness 
To  this  memorial  feast. 


68  Voices  from  Lihemew. 

A  heart-warm  welcome  bringing, 
Our  loved  and  honored  guest. 

A  sacramental  season, 

Our  banquet  hour  is  given, 

Love's  banner  o'er  us  waving, 
Foretaste  of  joy  in  heaven. 
I&57- 


Jorcticr. 


FOR     LAKEVIEW    ASSKMHI.Y. 


The  Daily  had  reported  that  the  Assembly  was  to  come  to 
Framingham  for  five  years. 

"For  five  years!"  said  Dr.  Vincent.  "This  is  a  mistake.  It  is 
to  come  for  fifty  years  ;  yes,  and  forever.'' — Asufinhly  of  1884. 

"  Men  may  come  and  men  may  sjo, 
But  I  go  on  forever." 

—  Tentivsoii. 


Somewhat  back  from  the  Framinghrun  street 

Is  a  lovely  grove,  a  green  retreat ; 

Heyond  the  guarded  portico 

Tall,  waving  trees  their  shadows  throw, 

And  from  their  place  near  Normal  Hall 

The  triune  bells  of  Lakeview  call 

Forever — ever ! 

Kver — forever  ! 


I/o ices  from  Lakeview.  69 

And  here  within  this  classic  grove 
Our  lives  are  like  a  dream  of  love  ; 
.Soul  answers  soul,  while  we  are  fed 
From  royal  feast  so  lavish  spread  ; 
Rich  freighted  days  of  sunrise  gold 
The  dear  Assembly  seasons  hold. 

Forever— ever ! 

Ever — forever ! 


Here  conies  the  hour  of  morning  prayer, 
And  songs  of  praise  are  in  the  air  ; 
The  "Chorus"  with  grand  symphony 
Fills  all  the  grove  with  melody ; 
The  days  are  full  of  work  and  joy — 
Mind,  heart  and  soul  find  blest  employ, 

Forever — ever ! 

Ever — forever ! 


From  lips  all  eloquent  are  given 
Teachings  that  lift  the  soul  to  heaven; 
Treasures  by  gifted  minds  are  brought, 
To  broaden  life,  enrich  our  thought, 
And  Sabbath  hours  with  peace  and  calm 
Fill  all  the  place  with  hallowed  charm, 

Forever — ever ! 

Ever — forever ! 


Here  groups  of  happy  children  play, 
In  Idlewood  fond  lovers  stray  ; 
()  precious  hours  !     O  golden  prime! 
Tlu-  affluence  of  assembly  time  ! 


Voices  from  Lakeview. 

Our  loyal  hearts  count  up  the  gold, 
The  treasures  rare  we  sacred  hold, 

Forever  —  ever  ! 

Ever  —  forever ! 


From  pillared  Hall  upon  the  Hill 

The  graduates  come,  fresh  ranks  to  fill, 

Through  golden  gate,  neath  flower-wreathed  arch, 

With  waving  banners  join  the  march, 

A  goodly  host  —  C.  L.  S.  C.  — 

And  greater  glory  yet  to  be, 

Forever  —  ever  ! 

Ever  —  forever  ! 

Here  is  a  fountain  opened  wide, 
That  flows  a  pure  and  living  tide, 
And  here  the  longing  soul  may  take 
The  crystal  clear  its  thirst  to  slake, 
May  know  on  earth  the  joy  of  heaven, 
The  foretaste  now  so  freely  given, 

Forever  —  ever ! 

Ever  —  forever  ! 


And  here  this  heaven-sent  work  has  come, 
To  make  itself  a  lasting  home, 
The  Assembly's  here  —  has  come  to  stay  — 
Its  place  prepared  —  Lakeview  —  alway  ! 
The  bells  their  peal  of  joy  shall  ring, 
Glad  paeans  from  our  hearts  we  siiig, 

Forever  —  ever !    . 

Ever  —  forever  ! 


Voices  from  Lake-view.  71 

Here  crowds  may  come  and  crowds  may  go, 

Hut,  like  the  river's  ceaseless  flow, 

The  Assembly  ever  shall  go  on 

Until  its  blessed  work  is  done. 

Go  on  and  prosper,  good  and  great, 

A  glory  to  our  honored  State  ; 

God  guide  and  keep  forever,  aye, 

Till  all  of  earth  has  passed  away  ! 

Forever  —  ever  ! 

Ever  —  forever ! 
Sept.  23,  1896. 


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